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Title: Friends, though divided A Tale of the Civil War
Author: G. A. Henty
Release Date: March 14, 2004 [EBook #11565]
Language: English
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FRIENDS THOUGH DIVIDED
A TALE OF THE CIVIL WAR
BY
G.A. HENTY
AUTHOR OF "IN TIMES OF PERIL," "THE YOUNG FRANCTIREURS," "THE YOUNG BUGLERS," ETC, ETC.

PREFACE
My dear lads: Although so long a time has elapsed since the great civil war in England, men are still almost as much divided as they were then as to the merits of the quarrel, almost as warm partisans of the one side or the other. Most of you will probably have formed an opinion as to the rights of the case, either from your own reading, or from hearing the views of your elders.
For my part, I have endeavored to hold the scales equally, to relate historical facts with absolute accuracy, and to show how much of right and how much of wrong there was upon either side. Upon the one hand, the king by his instability, bad faith, and duplicity alienated his best friends, and drove the Commons to far greater lengths than they had at first dreamed of. Upon the other hand, the struggle, begun only to win constitutional rights, ended--owing to the ambition, fanaticism, and determination to override all rights and all opinions save their own, of a numerically insignificant minority of the Commons, backed by the strength of the army--in the establishment of the most complete despotism England has ever seen.
It may no doubt be considered a failing on my part that one of my heroes has a very undue preponderance of adventure over the other. This I regret; but after the scale of victory turned, those on the winning side had little to do or to suffer, and one's interest is certainly with the hunted fugitive, or the slave in the Bermudas, rather than with the prosperous and well-to-do citizen.
Yours very sincerely,
G.A. HENTY.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
The Eve of the War
CHAPTER II.
For the King
CHAPTER III.
A Brawl at Oxford
CHAPTER IV.
Breaking Prison
CHAPTER V.
A Mission of State
CHAPTER VI.
A Narrow Escape
CHAPTER VII.
In a Hot Place
CHAPTER VIII.
The Defense of an Outpost
CHAPTER IX.
A Stubborn Defense
CHAPTER X.
The Commissioner of the Convention
CHAPTER XI.
Montrose
CHAPTER XII.
An Escape from Prison
CHAPTER XIII.
Public Events
CHAPTER XIV.
An Attempt to Rescue the King
CHAPTER XV.
A Riot in the City
CHAPTER XVI.
The Execution of King Charles
CHAPTER XVII.
The Siege of Drogheda
CHAPTER XVIII.
Slaves in the Bermudas
CHAPTER XIX.
A Sea Fight
CHAPTER XX.
With the Scotch Army
CHAPTER XXI.
The Path Across the Morass
CHAPTER XXII.
Kidnaped
CHAPTER XXIII.
The Battle of Worcester
CHAPTER XXIV.
Across the Sea.
CHAPTER XXV.
A Plot Overheard
CHAPTER XXVI.
Rest at Last

FRIENDS, THOUGH DIVIDED.
CHAPTER I.
THE EVE OF THE WAR.
It was a pleasant afternoon in the month of July, 1642, when three young people sat together on a shady bank at the edge of a wood some three miles from Oxford. The country was undulating and picturesque, and a little more than a mile in front of them rose the lofty spire of St. Helen's, Abingdon. The party consisted of two lads, who were about fifteen years of age, and a girl of ten. The lads, although of about the same height and build, were singularly unlike. Herbert Rippinghall was dark and grave, his dress somber in hue, but good in material and well made. Harry Furness was a fair and merry-looking boy; good humor was the distinguishing characteristic of his face; his somewhat bright and fashionably cut clothes were carelessly put on, and it was clear that no thought of his own appearance or good looks entered his mind. He wore his hair in ringlets, and had on his head a broad hat of felt with a white feather, while his companion wore a plain cap, and his hair was cut closely to his head.
"It is a bad business, Harry," the latter said, "but, there is one satisfaction that, come what may, nothing can disturb our friendship. We have never had a quarrel since we first met at the old school down there, six years ago. We have been dear friends always, and my only regret has been that your laziness has prevented our being rivals, for neither would have grudged the other victory."
"No, indeed, Herbert. But there was never a chance of that. You have always been Mr. Gregory's prize boy, and are now head of the school; while I have always been in his bad books. But, as you say, Herbert, we have been dear friends, and, come